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[notsoyoung]

David's in the bar. Evidently, he looks a little busy. He came here looking for someone - Richard, or Nick, or even Lestat. Anyone, really. He doesn't have his papers with him - the book's almost finished, and it's sitting at home in a folder, awaiting him.

Come, talk to the vampire! He doesn't bite (except when hungry).

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[not_one_drop]

Vampires, Mal has found, smell a little different then people. Herself included, of course.

There may be a younger vampire smiling at him from the bar.

[notsoyoung]

He raises his eyes from his own two hands in time to see her smile at him, and he raises a hand in a gesture of 'hello'.

Another gesture, 'may I join you?' follows it fairly closely.

[not_one_drop]

He gets a nod in response, and an eyebrow quirked toward Bar, asking nonverbally if she can get him anything.

[notsoyoung]

A smiled shake of his head as he gets up, heading to the bar. A nod to one of the waitrats, 'may I get you anything?' as he sits down beside her, holding out a hand.

"David Talbot, I don't believe we've met."

[almost_arabian]

Lawrence is ever present in the bar lately.

He takes a sip of his tea and gives a fleeting smile to the vampire at the bar. "Good afternoon."

[notsoyoung]

David returns the smile.

"And the same to you."

Inside, he's buzzing.

[almost_arabian]

He's a poor judge of internal buzzing, so he's not creeped out.

"A pleasure to meet you, I am sure. You may call me Lawrence, if you desire."

[notsoyoung]

He extends his hand to Lawrence. Go go gadget arm!

"The pleasure's all mine," David replies, still smiling. "Can I buy you a drink?"

No, he's not aware that Nick knows Lawrence. Hush.

[captive_childe]

She creeps up to him.

She's been scarce since meeting Lestat again.

Her eyes are still a little haunted, but the cunning, sharp gaze is slowly returning.

[notsoyoung]

He looks around as she creeps up to him, and he reaches down to pick her up.

"I should have told him you were here, shouldn't I have?"

[captive_childe]

Claudia clings to him, burying her face against his neck.

"He is as cruel from his time as he was in mine," she murmurs sadly.

[notsoyoung]

He strokes her back, holding her to him.

"I should have told you, too," he sighs. "I don't think he means to be cruel. He loved you - and does still."